Wren's POV.
Today is Sunday; the house us empty. Brittany left out, to go to Church. I don't go to church anymore... Long story.
I turned the next page in the magazine, sipping my pink lemonade. I propped my feet up on the coffee table in the living room. I really liked when the house was totally empty. My parents were almost always gone, anyway.
I tested the generic magazine perfumes on my arms, and sniffed them. They should really stop putting these in here. If a guy walked up to me with some of this on, I'd die before he even said a single word to me. Might be harsh, but he could do better than magazine perfume. Just go to the mall.
Yeah, I should go to the mall. Nah, I have no money on me at the moment, that's why I'm at home.
Tallah's at cheerleadering practice. Brittany's probably gonna be gone the entire day. That's everyone I hang out with... Sad, I know already...
I put the magazine down, and sit up. Sunday is my lazy day; the day I just wmych TV, eat and sleep. But, I don't feel like doing that today.
I get up from the couch, and stretch my limbs. When I'm done, I leave the living room, and go up to my room. I whip out my phone, and call Brittany.
"Hellooo, I'm at church!" She yells, but is still whispering. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to tell you that I'm when you get home...I probably won't be here..." I tell her, so I look through my closet. I hold the phone with my shoulder, between it and my ear.
"Okay, just call me when your coming home, be home by like 10 or something..." She sighs, and I can hear the holy singing in the background. "Okay, bye, Britt.." I hung up, and throw my phone on the bed.
I put on a white long sleeve button down shirt, and light blue jeans. I slip on my white converses, and tie my hair into a messy bun.
I run out, to my Harley. I stop, and give myself a moment, to adore it. After doing...whatever I was, I hop on the bike.
I start the engine, as it gives a fresh roar back to me. I left out, and just cruised around the town.
I stopped at a local diner. I was kinda hungry...
I walked in, as the door's bells jingled. The older lady behind the counter smiled at me, with her chipped front tooth. I returned her gentle smile, as I came up to the counter.
"Welcome, table for one?" She asked, picking up one menu.
"Yes, ma'am." I say, as I follow her. Or course, she seats me across from a booth full of teenagers. There's like three girls, and four guys. "The waitress will be here any minute..." The older lady says, and I can barely hear her over the teenagers.
"Alright.." I say, as she walks away.
I can feel their eyes on me. I hope they don't think I'm oblivious to their glances and whispers.
I smile, "It's kinda impolite to stare, take a picture, it'll last longer; Haven't your mothers taught you better?" I tease, flipping the page in the menu, looking at the classic burgers.
In the corner of my eye, I see their mouths drop.
I guess one of them wants a fight, "I guess emo girl can talk.." A girl says. I close my eyes, and breathing out of my parted lips. "Please, don't start...with me.." I whisper, loud enough for them to hear.
"Okay, I surely dont want to be cut." The same irritating voice says. A few of her little friends snicker.
I turn in my seat, to face them all.
